Bankai: God Killer Spear

If there's no strength left to breathe, then just hold my breath...

Hisagi Shūhei stared fixedly at the light of the "King's Seal," squeezing out every last shred of strength his Spirit Body could possibly yield.

It's already... right in front of me!

Yet no matter how unyielding Hisagi Shūhei's will was, his Spirit Body had reached its limit and could no longer answer that will.

When Hisagi Shūhei tried once more to raise his hand and control Kazeshini to slash at the trunk, the clear sound of his arm bones cracking reached his ears.

And it wasn't because of his injuries. Purely... he was simply exhausted to the extreme.

First, his battle with Grimmjow; then, continuously delaying and restraining Urozakuro. He had only had time to tend to his wounds briefly before desperately stopping NO.0.

Those successive battles at the limit had long pushed Hisagi Shūhei's Spirit Body past its limits again and again, to the point where it could no longer endure.

It was only because Chiba Makoto had once modified Hisagi Shūhei through Spirit Body Layering. Otherwise, it would not merely have been cracked bones—his Spirit Body would have collapsed on the spot, killing him outright.

Just as Hisagi Shūhei's pupils contracted and profound unwillingness surfaced in his eyes, Sōya Azashiro's voice rang out beside his ear.

"Captain Hisagi, you've done beautifully. From here on... leave it to me."

The next instant, countless spirit particles gathered and formed an enormous Zanpakuto stretching across the sky. Then, following the path Hisagi Shūhei had torn open, it came crashing down toward the trunk.

In that instant, as the colossal Zanpakuto fell, the Soul Reapers watching felt as though a shadow blotting out the sky had descended from overhead. In their hearts... a sliver of hope arose for no reason.